I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason.Ĭarefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls.
I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times.
As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year.